Cynthia Dion:
"Who is it?" I asked, my eyes filled with horror. Had someone snuck into my room and overheard me and Atticus being intimate?
"Who is it?" I refrained from speaking louder, fearing that someone outside my room might overhear me. There was a long period of silence until I heard the voice again, sending shivers down my spine this time.
‘Why are you searching everywhere when I'm right inside of you?’
"Wha--," "You are my w---wolf?" I hugged myself as I retreated into the corner. She had no idea how long I had been waiting for her to appear, so I sought confirmation and said, "Please, tell me," as I waited for her response.
There were moments when I started to believe that she would never return, but now she was back.
"Thia?" I inquired once more.
"At least she's not dead
